Posts Tagged ‘anxiety’
Paintwater
Posted May 19, 2010
on:My feelings are like the jar of water you wash your paintbrushes in. Murky and cloudy and kind of sickening to look at and imagine taking in.
I ended up ringing the crisis team Monday night anyway, after running out of the house and in the direction of the train station (and incidentally, a bridge and a river, but I was thinking more about the trains). I decided part-way there that Mum would be ringing the police and if I didn’t kill myself before they found me, they’d definitely section me for being crazy in the midst of the general public. Then I was found and came home. Crisis team advised me to take some leftover PRN and faxed CAMHS, who saw me yesterday. I’ll be seeing them again tommorow.
Today, I went into “work”, which is slightly surreal considering I was aiming to kill myself a day or so ago. Even my friends remark on how positive I am despite my depression. If any of you can understand that, answers on a postcard. Or comment. Same thing.
Tomorrow, I’m going to ask about group therapy or self-help/support groups for young people in the area. An NSHN volunteer suggested it, so I may as well try and see where I can get. The only support groups I know of are for adult survivors of sexual abuse and self harm, but I’m too young. Let’s hope something comes up.
Anxiety is kicking up a stinky stink again. Note to self: I love life. I love life. I hate love life.